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Out Of Breath

Posted to Poetry

I breathe OUT OUT OUT (the life is leaving)
and there is none coming in
I give OUT OUT OUT (my love is leaving)
and none coming in
Tomorrow-- will it be different?
Stop giving? (stop breathing?)
I can only dream about
a day
when my breath is taken with thought
is not stolen
is appreciated with the same
reckless abandon
of that I exhale.